I was house-sitting for my friend in a tiny house this week. It was nice having a cozy little space to myself where I was undistracted by clutter and excess. Everything in the house had a function and it had exactly what you needed (nothing more, nothing less). I was taken back at how simple the tiny place was and how content I was with that.

To make matters more interesting, I had chosen to bring only a small duffle bags of clothes with me for the week. Although my clothing choices were restricted, I started to see my style staples make themselves known. As much as I like to think my style is nuanced and intricate, I am really just a girl who enjoys high-waisted pants and collared shirts. When I get the rest of my luggage back, I’m going to re-evaluate what I bring with me on my move to DC.

The house was stocked with dishes and a full kitchen, but I went grocery shopping for the week. Ever since I started living on my own, I have had trouble shopping for one person. (For some reason, my mind thinks I’m shopping for a family of 5 and I keep reaching for gallon-sized milk.) I limited myself to pre-made Trader Joe meals and oatmeal. Not my best, but at least I’m getting the hang of single-person shopping.

This house-sitting adventure has been great. It has challenged me to reconsider looking at “less” as lack. In the case of this tiny living adventure, less is definitely more. This year will be a time for me to explore minimal living. I want to be conscious and present in the lives of the people I love. I want to have more adventures and less possessions. This was my first test and I think I’m up for the challenge.